Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

"The government must be developing a secret weapon!" someone exclaimed excitedly, as if their long-held suspicions had been confirmed.

"I suspect it's an alien spaceship using beams of light to capture people," some people reasonably speculated.

The golden beam of energy burst forth from the very center of the opera house, blasting open a large hole and shooting straight into the sky, like a giant signal light suddenly illuminating the night sky of several surrounding streets for a moment.

Xia Jie stood fifty meters away from the opera house, looking up at the golden pillar of light slowly receding and dissipating, treating it as a free fireworks display.

This golden beam of light is none other than Richard the Lionheart's Noble Phantasm, "Sword of Eternal and Distant Victory".

The effect is that anything in your hand, such as weapons, cutlery, or even tree branches, can be used as Excalibur, although the power will be a level weaker than the original.

"It seems that Sabe Richard has been summoned."

Doubao whispered beside him.

"Ah."

Xia Jie nodded.

"Richard the Lionheart, Richard I, is the one who fights the most intensely in the original work."

"He indirectly witnessed the battles of King Arthur, whom he admired throughout his life, and he also enjoyed the fights. He can truly be called a pure enjoyer of this Holy Grail War."

No sooner had Xia Jie finished speaking than a dark shadow silently approached from the shadows to the side, before the afterimage of the golden beam of light had even left her retina.

"Delusional heart sounds."

A woman's voice suddenly rang out a few meters away from Xia Jie.

A devilish red and black arm had somehow gotten onto Xia Jie's chest, its five fingers loosely clenched as if grasping at some invisible object.

The arm moved extremely fast, extending and retracting in the blink of an eye, as if several frames had been cut out.

The arm retracted, and the figure retreated, disappearing into the shadows beneath the wall.

She was a woman wearing a dark cloak, with a beautiful face, but her eyes were empty and lifeless.

It was the fake Assassin, Kyōnobu, who prompted Richard to unleash his Noble Phantasm.

Kyoko lowered her gaze to her own hand, the arm that had been mutated by the Noble Phantasm, which was now clenched into a fist with the palm facing her, and slowly opened.

The palm is hollow.

She frowned slightly.

Empty?

It has no heart.

She looked up at Xia Jie, and a ripple finally appeared in her lifeless gaze.

"..."

Does it not have a heart at all?

Or is his resistance too high?

"Both are possible, that's the answer."

Natsuki, having heard Kyonobu's thoughts, replied in this way.

Suspecting that the other party could read minds, Kyoko raised her gaze and spoke indifferently during their eye contact: "Are you a magician who craves the Holy Grail?"

Before withdrawing from the opera house, she asked Ayaka Sajo the same question.

To her, if the answer was yes, then he was a heretic and should be killed; if the answer was no, then she would consider letting him go.

Ding Zhen immediately identified it as the Type-Moon brand Dongtang Kui.

"That broken cup?"

Xia Jie chuckled and shook her head.

"It's nothing special, I'm just here for tourism."

This thing was handcrafted by a magician, not the real Holy Grail used by Jesus; it doesn't even qualify as a tourist souvenir.

The Holy Grail is nothing compared to the price it costs and the ability to grant wishes. What is there to covet?

Kyoko frowned slightly. The answer was correct, but the other party might be able to read minds.

Therefore, the answer is invalid.

Kuang Xinzi stood still, her gaze fixed on Xia Jie, her red and black arm hanging limply at her side, quickly returning to normal.

She was thinking.

Consider how to deal with this heretical being who "does not crave the Holy Grail" but is clearly a "magician".

She wasn't an incommunicable madwoman, but at heart she remained a fanatic who viewed magicians as heretics.

She had no desire for the Holy Grail itself, nor any pity for magicians; the only thing she cared about was faith.

She hesitated.

A fanatical believer who kills indiscriminately should be universally despised, but unfortunately, the magician of Type-Moon truly deserves to die. However, Xia Jie doesn't like someone who tries to threaten her right away by creating a mirror image heart using delusional telepathy.

He wasn't going to give Hakimi, who had a code conflict, any more time to think.

"Bean bag."

"exist."

"Beat her up."

Doubao, who had just learned to act cute, tilted her head.

"Yes, Master."

Doubao raised his hand, spread his fingers, and faced the direction of Kuangxinzi.

Her face, now flawless, was calm to the point of being almost mechanical, with a tiny glint of light flashing in her pupils.

"Delusional heart sounds."

The moment the words fell, a large amount of magic power was consumed, and a long red and black arm suddenly stretched out, its shape exactly the same as the demon arm that Kuangxinzi had used to attack Xia Jie earlier.

The same color, the same outline, even the angle at which the fingertips bend is almost identical.

The arm reached towards Kyoshinko's chest with incredible speed.

Kuang Xinzi's pupils suddenly contracted, and he dodged at a speed beyond the limits of vision.

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her entire silhouette resembled a thin mist blown away by the wind, leaving only a visual afterimage in place before her true form appeared several meters away.

Having dodged the attack, Kyoko turned her gaze to Doubao, a hint of surprise in her otherwise indifferent voice: "Imitation Noble Phantasm?"

Doubao kept her hand raised and did not answer the non-user.

Her own magic power rating is only E, making it difficult for her to fully activate the C-rank Noble Phantasm "This body is a reflection of the human heart".

Not to mention that what it "reflects" is "Delusional Heart Sound," which is also a Noble Phantasm.

However, Xia Jie's unlimited supply of magic compensated for her low stats.

The magic power originating from Xia Jie was pure and boundless, like a tap connected to the ocean, showing no signs of drying up.

Even the spiritual veins beneath Snowfield City seemed insignificant in the face of Xia Jie.

Although the total amount of "love spell power" is limited, each strand of spell power with its own "root position" can "exchange quality for quantity" and transform into the entire material universe.

The opponent's Servant can imitate Noble Phantasms, with unknown limitations and extremely high fidelity.

Kyoko's gaze shifted from Doubao to Xiajie, quickly making a judgment in a very short time.

But as a Servant, she needs to distract herself from protecting her Master.

This is an obvious weakness.

Especially after the previous sneak attack, she observed that the magician's servant was not very agile. Therefore, assassinating the master first was the best solution.

Kyoko's figure blurred again, this time even faster than before.

Her body vanished from their sight as if by teleportation, silently appearing behind Xia Jie.

The blade in his hand was already raised, its edge gleaming coldly white under the streetlights, drawing a clean and crisp arc as it swiftly sliced ​​towards Xia Jie's neck.

Logically, such high-speed movement should inevitably counteract the increased air resistance, creating a deafening sound of air being torn apart and violent airflow disturbances.

However, the physical laws of the Type-Moon world are merely a temporary fabric covering the "mystery" with planetary restraint forces.

During the Age of Gods, the principles of matter were even directly defined by the gods.

Earth is like a giant egg, with the yolk being the inner sea of ​​the star, containing ancient mysteries.

The egg white is like a thick layer of soil, while the inner shell is like the actual surface.

The outer membrane is the physical law that the holy lance "Rungomminiad" is nailed to the surface of the planet, while the eggshell is the boundary of the world.

Beyond the world lies the vortex that records the beginning and end of all things.

In this distorted world, magic is closer to "science" than technology.

Or perhaps, magic is the unique technology of this world.

When the physical laws governing a planet are as fragile as fabric, human martial arts become capable of transcending the ordinary.

As a humanoid being, Xia Jie did not unleash her numerical values.

He must use his ordinary physical abilities and extraordinary martial arts skills that fit the Type-Moon universe to deal with the fatal blow from behind his head.

The moment he leaned forward, he entered a state of oneness with nature.

The surrounding primordial magic resonated spontaneously with his will, like an awakened tide, propelling him to narrowly avoid Kyo Shin's blade.

The sharp blade grazed his collar, the airflow ruffling the stray hairs on his neck, carrying the chill of metal into the cool night breeze.

For a regular magician to fight a Servant is like an ordinary sorcerer encountering a tyrant or a god—the chance of survival is almost nonexistent.

Fortunately, Xia Jie was not an ordinary magician.

Following the momentum of the forward lean, Xia Jie raised her left leg, kicked off with one foot, and charged towards Kuang Xinzi with great force.

"Flash of Fantasy".

Kyoko's offensive did not stop for a moment.

As her first attack missed, her other hand reached out, trying to catch Xia Jie's left leg as she kicked out.